A Willing Exchange I Regret
A Wish to Reclaim What I Gave Away
Inspired by my own poem in Hindi and Urdu. If you are interested, let me know, I will post that too here. 😊
The poem is about a willing exchange I made long ago that I deeply regret now and so wish I could undo it.
In a fateful exchange, I chose what seemed a fleeting sweet,
A cookie alluring, yet in truth, incomplete.
But oh, the loss of the golden biscuit rare,
A treasure beyond compare, now a memory in the air.
As I ponder the past, its echo profound,
I wonder, can the lost be once again found?
Can the trade be undone, the precious reclaimed,
The biscuit of gold, for which my heart flamed?
In the depths of regret, a hope does arise,
To reverse the exchange, to undo the unwise.
Oh, to return to that moment, the choice to amend,
To grasp once again what I failed to defend.
A dream, perhaps, in the twilight of thought,
To recover the gold for which I once sought.
In the journey of life, where choices are spun,
I yearn for the chance to undo what was done.
